Short Story: Who Was I?

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“ahh,” As a grown man sits down, he says, “Hi Noah, how is your da-”
“Wow that’s so cool, how do you know my name is Noah?” With the eyes expanding in excitement, the innocence of the young boy’s voice almost cut through the man’s composure.

“Yes,” in a shaking voice, “My name is Noah, so I figured you would have the same name as well.”
“Haha that’s so sick”
“I mean that’s the best name you can ever have,” the man sits up from his chair and leaned forward initiating a fist bump, “Yeah bro, Noah’s the coolest name in mankind, isn’t it?”
“Hell yes!” the boy screamed in agreement

“Woah,” the man sit back down and went back a bit thinking to himself, “damn, I started swearing since 8?”
“So how’s your day Noah?”
“I’m fine Noah, that’s very kind of you to ask” the man replied.

“Yeah man, that’s what my mom aaaalllllways told me,” in a lengthened tone, innocence and carefreeness just drenched the room.

“Yea-” the man stuttered, “Yeah,” a slight cough, “It must be nice to have a caring mom.”
“Wait what, so you don’t have a mom?”
“Nah man, just” the man paused, and continued, “It just that…… how’s your mom doing?”